Page 218 of I’m The Worst

I ride harder.

Wolff’s hand snakes around to rub my clit. “That’s it, solnyshko. Use my cock while they die for what they did to you.”

Graves slits David’s throat.

Blood sprays in a wide arc, splattering the floor and the edge of my foot. David gurgles, body jerking as he bleeds out. I come hard, clenching around Wolff’s cock, soaking his lap with my release. A broken moan tears from my throat.

Wolff lifts and turns me to face him and impales me again. I straddle him fully now, bouncing on his cock while Graves turns to Akim.

Akim’s smile finally dies when Graves starts carving his stomach open, slow and deep. Intestines glisten, and the smell of blood and shit fills the room.

I lean back, head falling, watching Akim’s throat get sliced open as Wolff pounds up into me. His cock hits so deep my stomach bulges with every thrust. I’m moaning loudly now, grinding my clit against his pelvis.

“Filthy fucking girl.” He bites my neck hard enough to mark.

I come again, screaming, nails digging into his shoulders. Wolff follows with a guttural groan, flooding my pussy with hot pulses of cum. It leaks out around his cock, dripping down his balls onto the chair as I keep riding through the aftershocks.

The room is silent except for dripping blood and our ragged breathing.

“Well, damn. You two are fucking disgusting.” Graves wipes his knife clean, eyes lingering on where Wolff’s cock is still buried inside me. “Let me know if you ever want a third. I’ve got excellent hands and zero gag reflex.”

“Get the fuck out, Graves. Now,” Wolff snaps.

Graves laughs as he disappears up the stairs. “Fine, fine. I’ll go jerk off to the memory.”

I collapse against Wolff’s chest, his cock still buried inside me, cum and my own wetness leaking everywhere. Blood pools around the chairs, creeping toward our feet. The men who stole pieces of me are nothing more than butchered bodies on a concrete floor.

I don’t feel guilty.

I don’t feel ashamed.

I lean back into the only place that’s ever felt safe.

Wolff strokes my back, pressing a kiss against my temple. For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel like I’m surviving anymore.

I think I’m finally living.

7 months later

The highway stretches endlessly ahead, pine trees blurring past the passenger window, their shadows flickering across the dashboard every few seconds.

My gaze drifts to the passenger-side mirror.

For months, I’d avoided my own reflection whenever I could. Every glance had turned into another reminder of everything taken from me. Every bruise. Every scar. Every version of myself I thought I’d lost. Now…I don’t look away. For the first time in a long time, I don’t hate the woman staring back at me.

She’s survived things that should’ve broken her.

And somehow…she’s still here. My phone buzzes in my lap.

Sarah

Girl! Group got interesting this week…

Another message pops up before I can answer. Wolff glances at me briefly before looking back at the road.

“It’s Sarah, from group.” I unlock my phone and scroll.

Sarah